My Over, My Under - State Champion

How many fantasies never make it past the pillow covers

How many of the great love songs were wasted on the lousiest lovers

How many sunsets performed for those who were bored by the colors

I am not one of the wise-men, man, no, I am one of the others

Waiting in the dark with a friend of mine

To rent the water park in the winter time

A landfill for the airheads

Welcome to the end of the line

It’s 11 at the Tunetown Airport

Midnight at the bottom of my drink

Big bang on the upstairs neighbors' floor

Apocalypse in the kitchen sink

I’ve been sleepin' like a rodeo mime

What’s a guy gotta do for a wink

When they spelled my name on the plaque wrong

They spilled my secrets into the rink

All in all it’s all a shrug

Lord knows I’m a polo chile, life’s horn holdin' locker room drugs

Undergraduate smoke stacks becoming one with the patterns in the rug

(For) my over, my under, my love

Is it the one with the checkered tattoo

Or the one with the tribal past

To pull a meaningful night spent in conversation

With the neighborhood somnambulist

Housewives of the N.W.O

Postcards from the checkout line

I never knew that I could feel so low

At such high hours of the night

Cue the pollution and play its theme

Saturday morning, car towed to the sea

Playin' with company money (ooh) never felt so green

My over, my under, my Queen

Adam and Eve’ers on a Dixie crack bend

Modern dance lessons for the spiritually grim

The zamboni driver dreams through the perspective of the kiss-cam lens

Some people love playing the bad guy

Some people love playing his friend

Some people love playing the pass line

Odds are it’s all the same in the end, if you know what I mean

For my over, my under, my Queen

My over, my under, my Queen

Cue the pollution and play its theme

(For) my over, my under, my